10,000’th view

It’s 1530hours. Tuesday. I write this from a table on the shaded patio of Tamasha Hurlingham. I have just solely devoured a platter for two with the shamelessness of an obese 10-year-old. Now, I slide down in my seat, belly out. Nipping on a toothpick and stewing in the embarrassing afterglow of my gluttony.

It is hot. Tamasha is deserted. There is an incessant buzz from the houseflies hovering over me. Two cats are circling my feet underneath the table. The lethargic waiters are taking turns shooing them away from me. I am too full to notice, let alone move. I feel…stupid.

To my right, the main housing of the bar remains unoccupied save for the staff mazing the tables and highchairs and stools. To my left, the patio bar stretches from the wall behind me all the way to the wall adjoining the exit gate. Beyond it, a heated wind sweeps through the lifeless handkerchief of parking. The gatekeeper stands in the shade of the tree that roots smack in the centre of the parking. He leans against it then takes off his hat to wipe the sweat off his brow. It is hot alright.
Overhead, Supersport commentators blare from the television speakers. Premier league highlights.

On my now cleared table, a double in a dwarf tumbler chills. Its clear liquid buoys the ice cubes and lemon slices, creating a mild fete in the tumbler that’s begging for me to join in. With a pivot shift of my elbow, I bring it to my lips for a sip. I realise it’s too early in the day to have a drink. Heavens, it’s too early in the week to have a drink. But I have a deep sense of achievement today – unlike last week. And the week before last. I want to celebrate to maintain this tenor. Correction. I need to celebrate to maintain this tenor. Thus the incontinence.

Where’s the sense of achievement stemming from? Well, my blog hit the 10,000’th view.

And now, a cliché history: I started this blog in late April. I started it for many reasons, one of which was a desperate need to see my words on a platform other than MS Word. I needed also the discipline to write often. And to force my creativity to come forth as a newborn’s head through the birth canal of its labouring mother does.  It was also the footbridge between my old auditing job and my new writing job; this blog eased the transition between personas and titles, mindsets and cautionary sensibility. But now, 10,000 views later, what I considered a crutch, a pillow and a last resort has matured to become the touchstone of my writing.

I first run the blog on WordPress. I started with this very template. Then I gambolled from template to template intent to find a balance between colour scheme and practicality, font and aesthetic appeal. But after weeks of sampling all templates in the WordPress library, I returned to settle on this first template.

On some idle mornings, I sat with the blog at the breakfast table – a tall glass of warm milk for him, a mug of Kericho Gold tea for me – and we conversed about the beauty of the written word. My blog felt I romanticised words too much. Take it easy Miss. I thought he took them too callously. Let’s be serious about this. I blushed when he said the title ‘writer’ sounded great on me. Please, stop. Then I quickly warned him it’s not a title anymore. It’s a responsibility. It’s a heavy and unfamiliar identity. He frowned. Jeez, take it easy Miss.

I upgraded from the freebies of WordPress – I counted my pennies for an annual subscription, and switched hosts. That meant a change from the WordPress.com domain to a local co.ke domain.

Switching hosts also meant that I had access to the source code. Source code is the DNA of an application. Blogs are primarily coded in php – php is an easy code to edit, even for programmers like me who hadn’t touched code since 2008. So I rolled up my sleeves and confidently got down to pruning the template. Two hours of productive improvements blossomed to six hours of butchering the poor thing. Then it leaped to eight hours of counterproductivity. By the time I was done, I had butchered the code so much the comments section of the blog was up there near the sidebars. My admin was furious. There was no need for you to edit the CSS when I’d already promised to do it for you. Tsk . Do you remember what exactly it was you changed? Speak up. I can’t hear you. Stop yelling? What do you mean stop yelling? I am not yelling. Sigh. I need ten minutes alone with the blog. You’ve done enough.

End of May, I had a solid template. Six posts, no readers.

Then, I went live on June 7.

And on that Friday the 7’th, I wasn’t an ex-auditor between jobs anymore. I wasn’t a peculiar and penniless slob who had breakfast conversations with her blog. I wasn’t a wannabe writer. I was a writer. It looked real. Strike that, it was real. I had written something. I had finished it. I had posted it. And now, someone other than me was sweeping their eyes over my timid words.

Then I got my first comment. A comment that wasn’t ‘Hello world’ or ‘Test packet’ – it was a real comment. From a real person. Josefkim said to remember this blogging thing, “It can wrestle you sometimes to the ground and sit on your chest. I believe you have it in you to throw it down and write again…” I nodded at the wisdom. I clicked approve, and I heard fireworks going off in my head. Someone stop the world.

Any desire to run, while it was still early, was pushed aside. Any option to shut down the blog was no longer on the table. Any consideration to walk away, before I proved my sensibility right, was flung out the window. The only way to move now was forward.

And move forward we did.

This blog is essentially work in progress – the posts and their comments are still being written; the illustrations are simmering in the mind of an artist who has delayed in meeting his end of our gentleman’s agreement; the quality of my writing is in constant improvement; my sentences are subjected to the unforgiving scrutiny of my grammar Nazi. Where did you go, old friend?
And most importantly, you, dear reader, continue to keep me company here.

This is an excuse for a Tuesday tipple. True. But it is mostly a paean for hitting the 10,000’th view with all vital body parts still intact.

Cheers to that.

the Ol’ Man
I want to believe

Comments (25)

  1. Brian Wesaala

    Very inspiring…Brio here is officially a fan of fcbett.co.ke

  2. Jurgen

    Fc Bett, Good stuff… still waiting for the reading get together.. do something or we will choke on these words… do something!

  3. Joel

    Haha I want your life! I could use a double right about now you know. Congrats on the 10,000’th view!

  4. artfullyContrived

    When you write well you write extremely well. Some phrases in this weeks article are so beautiful one cant help but read them more than once.

    This is among the best.

    • fra

      Thanks artfully.

      What you’ve said reminds me of a nursery rhyme about a little girl.
      “When she was good,
      She was very good indeed.
      But when she was bad…”
      Henry Wardsworth Longfellow

  5. Savvy Kenya (@savvykenya)

    I’m a (former) programmer but never touched my PHP code.. !

    Anyway, congrats on your 10,000 hit! All the best..

    Must I note that you take note of details when you write..

  6. Sally

    Keep writing Fra. I make a point of checking you out at least twice a week.

    • fra

      Will do Sally.
      Let me know when you drop by. It gets lonely around here sometimes, you know?

  7. MIMI

    Do you accept guest posts fra?

    • fra

      Yes, I do Mimi.
      Details are under the ‘About the blog’ page.

  8. sokaylujo

    Oh, the 10,000 viewer? It’s a toast then. Now, where is that champagne (sp)…….:-) congratulations fra.

  9. Low

    Cheers!! Congrats. Quite a long way from ‘an audience of one’ :)

  10. jimmimuchemi

    I smile every time I read ur articles.

    • fra

      Thanks Jimmi. Keep reading.

    • fra

      I am well, thanks for asking.
      A necessary downtime, that’s all.

  11. Gitsz

    Can’t believe you blog! awesome article.

  12. yosefkim

    I just read this piece today and you quoted me on your blog? Wololo! I am over the moon. Congratulations on hitting 10K, I have been letting my blogging thing sit on my chest as it grows a beard..I know I am lazy.

    • fra

      The first will forever be the first yosefkim.
      Quit the laziness.

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  • Dear God, 
It’s me again.

I don’t pray as often as I need to, You know that. I don’t kneel by my bed in child-like humility, as Muna does. I don’t whisper a prayer in the morning. Or at noon. Perhaps just in the evening. 

This going-to-church habit is a constant false start. So is reading the Word. 

I’m often guilty but I also know: You and I have a language only we can understand. 

I speak to You through this gift You bestowed upon my Kale shoulders, this gift to write in colour. It’s a gift that sometimes feels like a curse, a burden I have no choice but to pursue. 

Yet other times – most times, actually – it’s the very breath of my essence. Everyday I sit to write, when the words flow from my head and heart through my fingers to the page, I feel You next to me. 

You are here, Lord. Hovering. Lingering. Swooshing about in Your regal robes, like a character from Bridgerton.

Sometimes You get so close I can feel You breathing on my neck and I’m like, ‘Err, God, do You mind, personal space?’

And You chuckle uncomfortably. ‘He-he, of course. Of course.’

I’m here to tell You, Thanks!

I hosted my first in-person event last March, Lord, thank You to all the lovely ladies who granted me their time and full attention. 

I’ve carried them in my heart since and every day, my prayer is that You bring them closer to the life of abundance they each seek. To their own version of wealth. 

I always call them by their name: Becky. Purity. Lindsay. Wangui. Naomi. Shiqow. Mercy. Liz. Winnie. Polly. Nduta. Lynet. 

And Mike. 

Dear Lord, I’m prepping for my next in-person event in June, Inshallah. 

Walk with me as I get there. 

Love always,

  • Highlights from our first-ever in person event hosted by Craft It and @financialfitbit 
Thanks to all the lovely ladies — and gent, hehe — who honoured us with the privilege of their time and attention. And colourful energy. It’s been weeks since and it’s only now that I’m coming down from the high. 

Thank YOU!

🎥 @mikemuthaka 

#craftit #author #MakeYourMoneyMatter #personalfinance #money
  • I am a woman.

I’m strong. I’m brilliant. I’m like a comet shooting across the sky, I’m so bright you have to put on shades to see me.

I’m almost 40, I’m almost fully realising myself as a woman and the power of womanhood I possess.

I’m so powerful that if KPLC connected me to the national grid, I’d power up this country and we’d never have another blackout.

Ho! Ho! Ho!


To recognize and celebrate International Women’s Day today, I’d like to recognize and celebrate eight women.

I have eight things to give away to each of these women:
a) Two tickets to my upcoming event on March 18 with @financialfitbit Theme is ‘Make your money matter’
b) Three autographed copies of my book ‘Should I?’
c) Three autographed copies of my other book ‘How Much?’

To participate:
1. Like this post
2. Tag women who deserve a win of either event ticket or book (tag as many women as you like)
3. Tell us what you’d like her to win and why she deserves the win
4. Make sure your tagged women follow @_craftit and @financialfitbit 

Here are the rules for the giveaway:
— One woman, one win
— Winners will be contacted via DM
— Giveaway closes at the end of this week, Inshallah, on Sunday 12 March
— Only open to people living in Kenya

All the best!

(Swipe right to see the women I’m celebrating.)

#craftit #internationalwomensday
  • My 2022 word of the year was Wholesome. 

Wholesome meant engaging in moderation and in pursuits that didn’t leave me feeling yucky.

An example: there’re weekend nights I’d go out then have too much to drink. On the drive home, I’d tell GB to stop the car every half mile so I could throw up on the side of the road. Then I’d take three working days recovering. 


No more of that nonsense.

Now I have only two doubles of Singleton whiskey and chase it with water. I eat less food and I eat better. I take my supplements. I treat myself to an early bedtime and arise with my body clock, no alarm.

I spend a lot more time hanging with my kids, Muna and Njeeh. 

I buy fewer things. 

I play the piano. 

I created a disciplined routine for my work and take Thursdays off. 

You catch my drift…

Wholesome has become my lifestyle. 

(By the way, I was asked, ‘Where does this word-of-the-year come from, Bett?’ I don’t know about other people but for me, the words present themselves when I’m journaling. My spirit tells me what it needs; I must be still enough to listen and brave enough to obey.)

My word for 2023 is Overdrive.

My two books have unlocked new opportunities for me as a writer and creative. As an urban brand. I’d honestly not foreseen them. 

I know that if I adjust my sails to where the wind is blowing, these opportunities will translate to wealth.

Last Friday, I listed all the work I’m already doing and all the new opportunities – potential and realised – knocking at my door.

I asked myself, ‘What am I taking up here and what am I dropping?’

The response, ‘None – we go into overdrive and smartly pursue them all.’

#craftit #urbanguide
  • Years ago, my best friend said to me, ‘Bett, we’re almost 40 – forget makeup, let’s take care of our skin instead.’

I had to laugh because this was coming from Terry. Terry my Kisii pal, this fine gyal with skin the colour of honey, the only practising SDA in my circle. 

Terry had spent her 20s and early 30s sleek with Arimis. That’s right, the milking jelly with a lactating cow on its logo. 

Arimis addressed all her skin pickles back then. It was her problem fixer. Her Olivia Pope. It’s the one thing that always said, It’s handled.

Now here she was preaching to us about a consistent skincare regimen in the AM and PM.


It wasn’t until Terry shared her selfies on our girls WhatsApp group that I stopped laughing. It wasn’t until we stood next her – and took these selfies – that I reeally stopped laughing: Terry’s skin was youthful and toned, plump. Hydrated. Moistured but not shiny. 

It looked like it had been kissed by the Greek goddess of radiance. 

So we gathered around her feet and said, ‘Forgive us, master. We are ready now. Teach us everything you know.’

She did. 

Terry and I now spend plenty of time before work and before bed squeezing out little portions of expensive skincare products from expensive tubes, we layer them on our face in a calculated measure.

This serum here is for the circles under my eyes and the fine lines around my mouth.

Turns out I’ve been giving away too much of my face: I’ve been looking too hard, laughing too easily.

I’ll have to spend the next year into my 40s with my eyes half shut and laughing little. I'll have a resting bitch face.

Don’t blame me, blame the retinol.

And age.

#craftit #urbanguide #urbangirl
  • I’m Bett. I’m the author of your favourite books about money. I’m hosting an in-person event in March, Inshallah: This is my personal invite to you.

#craftit #moneymaker #moneyinkenya
  • I am hosting my first money event this March, Inhsallah. It’s the first of quarterly events I have planned for the year. 

(Give me a moment here so I pull myself together long enough to write this. I’m smiling very hard right now, ha-ha, I look like a donkey.)


The event will be in-person. On a Saturday morning, a loose three hours which, I am certain, you’d have burned on some other pursuit you couldn’t account for later. (I’d probably be oiling the hinges of a squeaky door or decluttering my sock drawer.)

My guest host for this edition is Lynet Kyalo. 

Lynet is a personal finance coach under her brand @financialfitbit She also hosts @getyourbagrightpodcast 

Buy your tickets from our Market.

Early bird tickets are discounted until the end of this month.

Limited slots available. 

#craftit #millenialmoney #moneyevent #moneymaker
  • Sometimes I sit down and read my own book. 

Odd, huh?

Reading my own stories is like an out-of-body experience. Or getting introduced to myself again. An outward journey inward.

It’s fascinating.

I also read because I need to improve my writing for my next project.

We call them the Elements of Craft: things like sentence structure and punctuation, word placement, story length etc, they all inform your reading experience.

This is what makes the book easy to read, and has you turning the pages.

Cop your autographed copy and #betteryourmoney 

#craftit #howmuch #millenialmoney #moneymaker

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